The Gray Man (For Albert) - The Oval Portrait

Tune, to him

For weeks, to speak

While on trial, for him, for weeks, to speak

You’ll conjour up, unholy hosts for tasting the blood that we desire most

All the sunlit sermons, to appease the parents, at the service.

while he sat

You’ll recieve, nothing, for condeming a hero

You’ll recieve, nothing, for condeming our hero

Watching the bodies turn, they’re all walking on the bridges, he’d already

burned, and the crowd just stared

Staring at the man.

they've condemned to death.

at the man, they’ve condemned,

to death

Condemn us, down!

Condemn us, right down!

Now they sit in rooms (just like always) they try to speak, but a silence looms,

above their heads

As they sit around and around and around, around the man, they’ve condemned,

to death

Condemn us, down!

Condemn us, right down!

«she died.

a virgin